Fingers tap into what you were once And I'm worried that I blew my only chance While we are young And my heart Was colder when you've gone And I lost my head Under the sun You hold your truth so purely Swerve not through the minds of men

It's so cold, cold as hell 35 below and falling How I wish that she was calling me It's such a lonely world It's like Latitude 88 North Latitude 88 North The iceman came to me tonight So very near but out of sight I heard the footsteps in the hall

Fingers tap into what you were once And I'm worried that I blew my only chance While we are young And my heart Was colder when you've gone And I lost my head Under the sun You hold your truth so purely Swerve not through the minds of men

This is my blues 'Cause I'm back down on my own again This is the blues I'm playing Yes it's the final thing When the nights is cold and lonely Was it the money that made me a savage? Poppin' them percs and I made it a habit Totin' them pictures and

Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch oh, the bitch is back Stone cold sober as a matter of fact I can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you It's the way that I move, the things that I do oh I was justified when I was five

I don't wanna be eighty-five, singing "Whoa, no, I think I missed it, I was chasing money" Caught it so easy like the common cold, ooh, ooh Tossing and tossing and turning around Trying and trying to sweat it all out Kicking the habit that's pulling me

It must have been cold there in my shadow To never have sunlight on your face You were content to let me shine, that's your way You always walked a step behind So I was the one with all the glory While you were the one with all the strength. A beautiful

The hating, it's pulled inside of me They're trying to test my sanity And they're ripping the child within me Scolding the hand that keeps me fed That keeps me fed I feel it all come crashing down on me I feel alone and torn apart I wasted time to let it

When I heard that sound When the walls came down I was thinking about you When my skin grows old When my breath runs cold I'll be thinking about you It was almost love, it was almost love When I run out of air to breathe

That was a cold one I never will get back Yeah she had to leave, did she have to leave me one beer Short of a twelve pack? She left me hanging high and dry in that hell high summer sun Damn babe, that was a cold one It was a perfect day for the end of